Lost

Why the innocent look
With those big blue eyes
Straight from a classic story book
Full of compromising surprises

Are you asking the world
To give me a proper life
With all my woes being unfurled
And letting out all my burden strife

I'll shed my hairless head
And give back my eyes of colour
Exchange all for an indian red
Just leave me from the front cover

Stop me having all the fame
Let other's enjoy all the pain